Chapter 10: Two-Way Trial!

First Arrival in America Chapter 10 Two-Way Judgment!

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On the roof of the abandoned factory, he squatted there alone on the weekend and thought intently, he didn't even notice that the clouds were blocking the sun overhead, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in shadows.

The edge of the roof of this old-fashioned factory building has no protective measures, no guardrails, no stomping of the building made of cement, and the flat edge makes this person without fear of heights feel a little panic when he stands there on the weekend, and he will involuntarily lower his center of gravity, that is, in this case, even if the murderer threatens Preston to jump, as long as he stands close enough, Preston may let the other party die with him.

Would the murderer be so careless?

Judging from the Justin case, every time this guy who has done everything he does is stepping on the other party's psychological threshold, forcing the other party to submit with absolute crushing, how can he make such a low-level mistake?

"Zhou, do you think it's possible for that guy to force the other party to jump down with a gun?" Dylan stood behind him and said this.

Weekend shook his head, looked into the distance and said: "Preston is a policeman, he knows that once the other party chooses to shoot, he will definitely leave clues, at this time, jumping down is also death, not jumping down is also death, the difference is that the police will have a greater certainty to catch him, if you are Preston, how will you choose?" ”

"Then let him shoot me in the chest." Dylan pouted.

"He doesn't have a gun." The weekend rejected Dylan's reasoning, explaining: "The killer had to use a gun, and he didn't have to carry Preston to the roof of the building. ”

With a gun, this qiē can be done in any deserted place, as long as the murderer leaves one bullet in the gun and gives the gun to Preston, so that the other party can choose to kill the murderer or kill himself when he knows that he has been poisoned. is also gambling on his life, killing the murderer, Preston will suffer from poison, people have no dignity in pain, if this gun can be stuffed into Preston's hand when he is in the most pain, the murderer can watch this black man collapse himself in the unbearable dilemma.

Is it necessary to go upstairs? Carrying such a black man. Aren't you tired?

"Zhou, although I didn't go to the hut in the forest, I also heard your analysis of the murderer at the scene, if this case was also committed by the murderer of the police. How can he complete the steps of gambling with Preston? Isn't that the biggest source of satisfaction and accomplishment for murderers? You don't bring Preston here just to say 'hey-there', right? Dylan felt that his IQ was no longer enough, and this case was not at all the mode that gambling should have, at least the murderer was not 100% sure of winning.

But Van Preston was furious. There should be two corpses downstairs!

Usually at such times, the weekend will always give an unbelievable conclusion from a very human perspective, and the case will often take a very big turn at such a moment, but this time, the weekend stood up, turned around and showed a calm smile and simply admitted: "I have to think about it, I have to say, this guy stumped me." ”

When Dylan looked at the weekend in surprise, those eyes almost didn't pop out, he was the old man of the homicide department. In the Adam era, he was the right-hand man of the homicide department, and the appearance of the weekend made Dylan understand one thing, that is, some people are born to do this business, but what I didn't expect is that today this kind of person actually admits that he is stumped......

"Zhou, I seem to have heard you say ...... just now"

Weekend didn't let him finish his sentence, walked over and put his arm around Dylan and said, "I'm not God." ”

In fact, he wanted to say, 'No one is a god'.

Dylan sighed, "Okay, let's talk about something else, Zhou, do you think Preston is a black policeman?" ”

"What do you say?" As Weekend and Dylan walked downstairs, he added, "None of his right-hand men, Wood, and the others are clean." Matthew took him out of the Western Conference due to ability issues, and in this case, Preston didn't seem to be in the middle of a 'midlife crisis' and was still in the mood to play golf. So do you think, is he a black policeman? ”

"Then why didn't this murderer simply report these black policemen, but instead went to kill people?" Dylan asked, "Isn't the crime of the black cop a crime, and his crime not a crime?" ”

Weekend ignored the answer, he had been caught in this mystery for a long time, and now. Never fall into it......

It's just that!

At the moment when he was about to leave the roof of the building and was about to go downstairs, the weekend stopped.

He still didn't analyze what the situation was today, but in his heart he overturned the previous conclusion at the scene of Justin's case, maybe the murderer was not gambling with Justin at all.

Will the trap of countering violence with violence make the murderer as deep in the mud as himself?

In this case, is it possible for the murderer to become more and more disgusted with himself without guidance?

If he kills these black policemen on the premise of justice, when he reflects on himself, how can he prove the existence of justice from himself? He's not being sanctioned as a murderer, is he? At least not yet.

Will he wait for the police to crack these cases and arrest him in accordance with the law?

This is not a case that happened in a few months, this case has spanned more than a year, and the results of Tony's investigation record that similar cases were already happening before he received the 'remittance' last year, and the high-IQ criminal who has not been caught for so long will still believe that anyone in this world can catch him? If he doesn't believe that anyone can solve these cases, then the circle of death formed in his mind will be completely unresolved, and the sense of justice that supports his murder will completely disappear, and this psychological framework will collapse......

"I see."

Standing on the roof of the building on the weekend, he said: "The psychological balance of the murderer is already in a state of complete imbalance, otherwise these cases would not appear one after another; He's not gambling with Justin either, he's using a 'two-way trial' to fix the mental framework, so that he doesn't fall into complete madness. ”

The weekend was very sure that this guy was a super serial killer with 'perennial'-metamorphosis -- experience, and he had developed a simple killing method, but this practical ability could only cope with the police investigation but could not resist the suppression of his inner 'superego', so Justin's death appeared, and this murderer handed over his sins to fate to judge when he made Justin choose to kill himself or save himself. If he deserves to die, Justin will not save him, and if he doesn't, then Justin's death is a choice of fate, proving that the world needs people like him to uphold 'justice'.

This bastard has become a sperm and has found a way to do psychological counseling without anyone's help, as long as his IQ can crush the dead, he can deceive himself, thinking that fate has made a choice, just like everyone once thought they were the best and deceived themselves for decades.

Weekend muttered to himself, "Who the hell am I up against?" ”

He felt pressure like never before! (To be continued.) )